Nick setting his wineglass down, taking Colton’s hand. Their fingers sliding together— Nick’s breath on his lips as he stepped into Colton’s arms, Colton’s hand resting on Nick’s shoulder. Nick’s body against his own, pressed so close, head to toe, Colton’s arms wrapped around him— He groaned as his cock jerked. Fuck, he was going to come. He was going to come from just thinking about Nick, never mind touching himself.
